She found the hidden key in the flowerpot on the windowsill.
She opened the door and went in.
The room was very small, simple but clean, with a single bed, several neatly folded sets of clothes, a desk, a chair, and a table lamp. On the walls, slightly mottled with age, hung some of her paintings.
This place completely belonged to Amelia Wright.
Once, due to an accident, she helped a man named Elijah Jefferson, and thus got the opportunity to settle in the old town.
She didn't know this Elijah Jefferson man's identity, but he held absolute authority in the old town.
No one dared to use Elijah's name in vain, so when Amelia mentioned Elijah's name, everyone retreated without question, and someone would naturally go to verify.
Of course, now, even without relying on Elijah, there are few who can harm her.
Amelia came here just to rest.
Neither the ostentatious and hollow Wright family nor the unique mansion in Riverwood, the Imperial Garden, was her home.
